Ihab Memoirs

In the year 2000, I stumbled upon my first internet café—a hotel corner restaurant with large glass windows connecting us with the quiet street outside. A few trees swayed lazily, and a solitary car passed by once every hour. Inside, aligned tables faced the walls, featuring transparent glass panels revealing computer screens below, allowing you to place your cup of drink while exploring the internet through the table. My first venture into the internet was a puzzling experience. This was a time before search engines, and I had to type web addresses directly into the browser's title bar (Do you remember that?). I spent ten minutes navigating msn.com, the default website. Shifting my gaze between the screen and the cafe manager, as if subtly seeking assistance. Finally, he acknowledged me with a subtle nod, granting permission to approach and pose my question. Me: approaching the cafe supervisor with a friendly smile "Salam, how can I access websites other than the d...